Lyrics:
I had a six pack of Genus
Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
Can't walk with out lil momma trying
alive
I would envision a night
When I'd be perfect and free
With an invisible moon
An unpredictable sea
And everybody I saw
Someone I wanted to be
(Turn me up Maestro)
Let's get right into it
Huh huh
Hey okay
Built a house out of bricks
Still hard to keep the wolves out
These the cards I was
Have you seen that documentary
The world will burn by 2050
I just think it's kinda shifty
That I won't get to be sixty
Everyone seems to know
When
hate 'em)
Swear my opps gone die
(I hate 'em I hate 'em)
These niggas won't be alive
(I hate 'em I hate 'em)
No matter if they try
(I hate 'em I hate
the papers
They're supposed to be decent yes sayers
but now they trash like punkrocks and ravers
Hellraisers raised by failures and fools
What we need are some
And choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some
And I'm the one
Ya want to come, bring your shotgun
You ever see your partner die?
No? Well I have!
or alive
But there is no goodness in me
And the truth I was chasin’ my sin
And got to be desperate to take this on
Try to be left and this could be your
grace....(grace)
Things wey we do
Na by grace
Even the street wey we runs
Na by grace oh
Oh yeeh....
Oh yeah
House wey we build
Na by grace...(grace)
Wife wey we
I oppose the concept of being alone
In a crowded house filled with clones
Please be quiet and drive me far away
Away from the last, away from
Away from all the people
Need to feel less crowded
Surrounded by strangers
It's dangerous walking outside
These days they shoot you for how you look
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14, 5 a piece
Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody
I'm here and why I'm alive?
Cause ain't life strange?
So beautiful so unarranged
That we could be here by mistake
Or is it by design?
Born and raised
and by my mom a house
Racked a 100k in loans to go the corporate route
Been rapping for a minute
Focused more on wylin out
I’m bought to start a business
That's when I stop and take a moment and thank God I'm alive
Take a look in my eyes, a lot days I be tired
But I just stay on my grind, that's way I was
easy
I'm born to be free
The living is easy
There's no reason to explain
Sitting in her sitting room, patiently
She waits for a change, suddenly
an apartment to a house to a mansion
And y'all gonna look retarded 'cause you doubted me
It's crazy how time flies by and friends turn into your enemies
How you
forty below the wind chill
And we wipin' snow up off the windshield
It's still, wonderful night to be alive, baby
And I'm, so happy I'm with my baby
sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars out
house so eat dust
Won't ease up better D-UP
We too cool like cC
Come get schooled by cB
Combine that and you'll find that
It's easy as cBC
But this
a prison sentence to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
And my speech it may be crude to most you see
I guess that I was just born a dreamer
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
instructors
we are alive
just to be
just to be
the fantasy in your reality
we are the social disruptors
we are the whole world instructors
we are alive
just
right
Be you, be true in the limelight
But my thoughts are lost with each shot
So rocked
And still shocked by the view in my hindsight
Walking tall
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